A/N-I hope you'll like it? :D

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I was dressed down, wearing a baggy faded gray shirt and ripped jeans. My hair was a mess and I didn't give a damn. It was so hard being a girl, having to get all dolled up. The only reason I ever did dress up in those pretty clothes were because my Slytherin peers expected it of me.

Too bad for them that I DON'T GIVE A BASILISKS' BLOODY EYE.

I was in the library, reading a Quidditch book: 1,001 Ways to Win the Game. It was funny that that was the title, even if it did look ancient.

"Yoohoo," someone whispered. "Are you ready to go out of hiding yet?"

Sirius Black suddenly sat opposite of me in the table, his hands pressed together and a polite smile on his face. He looked like he was in a business meeting.

"The librarian will kick both of us out if she sees us opening our lips," I whispered back matter-of-factly. "And I'd rather we keep them closed. We can do it, we've been doing it for the past five years. It shouldn't be hard."

"Are you talking about keeping my trap shut in the library or are you implying on us ignoring each other until we die?"

I sighed. "Fine, I'll go out."

He stood up and sauntered of the library like it was a Slytherin infested swamp. Goes to show that he never enters this place. He waited outside the door and I took my sweet, precious moments alone to slowly put the book back in the proper shelf.

After five minutes, he probably got annoyed, since he called, "I haven't got all day to stand around like a stupid beaming idiot outside this library, you know!"

The librarian glared her eagle-eyes at him. I walked toward im at a glacial pace. He finally couldn't stand my slow movements and pulled me out, grasping my arm firmly.

"I said she was firmly addicted to Quidditch," he muttered to himself, still tugging and walking. "Like she was some witless boy who had nothing else to do! But no, Prongs said that she had a life. Shows what he knows."

"I can hear you, and I think it as a compliment that you think I'm like a boy."

"Not all girls find that a compliment," and he pushed me inside an empty classroom. I was about to protest when he put up his hands in surrender. "I swear I'm not planning to do anything to you. Just talk things over. If it'll make you feel better, you can take my wand, although, I'm the one who's going to fear for my life then."

He walked forward, his hands stil raised. "It's in my right pocket. I know you're familiar with it."

I placed my hand into those jeans that were tight on his flexing thigh muscles. I took his wand out immediately and tossed it on the table, and then hopping and sitting down on that same table.

"And what is it you want to talk about?" I asked in polite curiosity, tilting my head to make it appear that I was.

"It's the first time I've talked to you in days," he sat down opposite me, my feet dangling but his reaching the floor. He was too tall for his own good.

I looked up at the ceiling, looking left and right. "Technically, we should be used to it, seeing that you implemented that rule since my first year."

He flinched at that. "Can you forget that part of our lives?"

"Those five years? And the first three being absolutely the worst in my whole existence?"

"Look, I'm sorry--"

But I cut him off by jumping on him and slapping my hand on his mouth. I listened. His protesting muffles couldn't escape my hands. What was it that I heard? I suddenly took back my hand and grimaced in disgust.

"You licked my hand!" I said, stating the obvious to him, wiping my hand on his shirt. "Why did you do that?"

"You forgot to take your hand off my mouth."

It was then that we both realized in what position we were in. I was straddled on his waist, since I jumped on him to cover his mouth, and his hands were placed at my hips, due to the surprise of me suddenly on top of him. Both my hands were now on his broad shoulders. Oh, what this must have looked like to others if they ever entered.

"Sorry," I muttered, ready to jump down onto the floor. He didn't let go of me. I chanced a look back at him, and he was staring avidly at my hand.

"What are you--?" I started to say, and then he took my hand in curiosity and pressed his lips to the inside of my wrist and inhaled.

"I missed that," he muttered behind my hand and then let go. "But I promised that I wouldn't do anything to you."

He finally let go, letting me back on my seat and looking at me attentively.

I nodded, and looked back at him with the same rapt attention.

It took ten seconds of silence before I said, "You were the one who wanted to talk. So talk."

"I don't know what to say," Black admitted sheepishly. "I just really wanted to see you. Or hear you direct your voice at me."

"How's that going on for you so far?"

"Terrible."

"Anything new?"

"Just that I wriggled a flobberworm down Snivellus' shirt yesterday."

"How that that go?"

"Well enough to see him dancing and wriggling on the ground while he tried to get it out. It was hilarious."

"Snape isn't that bad."

"You say."

"And how can you say that he isn't?" I challenged.

"I just can. It's my right."

I rolled my eyes. I seemed to do that a lot these days. It was a bit infectuous, being around Bridget now. It was her inexplainable habit.

"Are we all right then?"

"When did we ever start being all right?" I asked.

He stared at me in confusion. "I thought that we forgot about everything that's past."

"Bla--Sirius, we can't undo what happened. It's like a scar. I have forgiven you, but I can't change anything."

He ruffled his hair in agitation. "Do you know how much I accept you as you are and love every single bit about you?"

I stared back at him blankly.

"You know what? There's only one thing I want to change about you," he said, concealing some hidden meaning in his voice.

"Just one?" I laughed, he just stared back with a straight face. "Umm...okay? What is it?"

"Your last name."

It took me a couple of seconds to actually get what he said. I felt my blood run cold and my breath turning uneven uncomfortably.

"Is that some cheesy line that you got out of a muggle movie?" I asked uncertainly.

"I'm serious here," the corners of his mouth twitched just a bit, him thinking of a name joke. I sensed it too.

"How do you mean?"

"Do you want the black satin and black velvet now?" he asked.

He still remembered.

"What a pretty box that is!" I said in a high, trilling voice. I gazed at the little black velvet box that was perched on my mothers' dressing table.

"What's in it?" Sirius asked curiously.

He was home for the holidays, back from Hogwarts and he was telling me about it. I was in awe and I complained that I couldn't go with him for his next term. We were in my parents bedroom, Mother was dressing inside the bathroom. She was taking Sirius and me out shopping for Christmas!

I opened it and gasped at the pretty diamond ring that laid inside it daintily, in the smooth black satin.

"It's Mamas' wedding ring!" I said, closing it again, backing away. "She told me that Father proposed to her using that same box."

Sirius was staring idly at the box. "Do you want one?"

"Very much! That looks the same as that when my husband proposes to me!" I giggled, jumping up and down the bed.

He looked at me directly, there was something mature in him since he'd gone to school. "I'll be the one to give you that. I won't let anyone else marry you, Kates. You'll have your own black satin and black velvet. Only from me, I promise."

I smiled sunnily at him and as I hopped from the bed, landed on top of him as I hugged him tightly, him laughing and shaking uncontrollably on the carpeted floor. I wriggled away from him, to take a look back at the box that he would give me a replica of when we were grown up.

I stared at his seventeen-year old face now, cursed with the Black features, that were arrogant and mesmerizing. We were both grown up, him in the adult world now.

I looked around, trying to find humor in the situation while he stared me down with the same grave expression on his suddenly handsome face. "In a classroom? You really want to give me those in a classroom?"

"No," he said, his voice flat. "I want to let you know that I still have that in my mind. I'm not demanding an answer now, I'm just letting you know that there are other options besides the dreary future assigned to the Slytherins."

"Sirius," I sighed in defeat. "Is this crucial? I was ten when we talked about that! What did I know about marrying? I didn't know that it was a heavy and light burden; I didn't know that I would be meeting other people."

"I'm not saying that you will," Black smirked, putting a hand inside his pocket. "I just want you to know that I have it ready, waiting for the right time."

He took out the black velvet and black satin. It made me feel like ten years old again, and the little box still looked pretty in my sixteen-year old eyes. I reached out for it greedily, but then Black snatched it back, tutting smugly.

"It's not nice teasing a girl," I said surlily. "Let me touch it!"

"And it's enjoyable watching you squirm with impatience!" he laughed.

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